I woke up with the Lord saying to go to a specific house in the neighborhood and knock on the front door. I got dressed, went outside and proceeded up our street to the corner; around the corner and up that street to the house the Lord had said. Not knowing who lived there, I had qualms about knocking at a stranger's door in the dead of night. Approaching the front door I could see there was a faint glow of light showing at the drawn window shade and I could hear someone moving inside. I knocked firmly on the door and waited. The sounds from inside stopped, but there was no answer at the door. Desiring to be obedient to the Lord's direction, I knocked a second time -- still no answer. Thinking that the Lord wanted me to deliver a message to the occupant, I wondered what to do as no one would come to the door. Then realizing the Lord had only said to knock at the door, I returned to home and bed with a sense of mission accomplished; relieved that I didn't have to explain to someone why I was knocking on their door at 3 a.m.

“The Rest of the Story.”Several months later I recounted this incident to a man I knew and he said,"Was that you!?"He explained that that was his mother's house. His brother was wanted by the police and was hiding out there. He was a drug user and had been terrorizing his elderly mother. When he heard the knock at the door at 3 a.m. he thought the police had tracked him down.He immediately packed up and left the state and hadn't been back.